Handcuffed

Handcuffed to the bed legs spread mystifying and complying in every scene sewn deep into a memory   seashelled into this heart   washing away with the outgoing tide echoing earnestly where our worlds go to hide   light on light dripping through the night word swallowing word another candle burns I blow   heat flickers into a faded breath bent over and spent she comes back to life
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Andresen Avatar
April 12, 2018 at 2:38 PM
- A wonderful poem, Tim :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Downing  Avatar
April 11, 2018 at 9:09 PM
WOW WOW WOW... Timmy!
Lamoureux Avatar
April 11, 2018 at 10:13 AM
This beats being in the back of a police cruiser.
Allison Avatar
April 11, 2018 at 6:56 AM
ohh err Mr Smith it's a little early in the morning for 50 shades of grey (not that I've read it or seen the film lol) got to say i do love that second stanza:-) hugs jan xx
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